"Well... frankly, yes," Kurt nods with a light raise of his brows. There's no point denying it, that Kurt's vision of an ideal world is one where chivalry hasn't died away, where people believe in the notion of true love, where courtship is a lengthy and devoted dance. He knows that it's possible. Of course, he wasn't there to see how everything had progressed between his parents back in the day, but there are photo albums that Kurt kept in his room, faded images of beaming smiles and tender touches. And he remembers, better than anything else, the way it felt to have a parent holding each hand, happy days spent anywhere from the local carnival to the local supermarket. "Which isn't to say that I would spend all day, every day singing songs by Fred Astaire, but I think that there is something to be said for singing songs that are uplifting, help one look ahead."

Hoping that he isn't overstepping boundaries, Kurt slowly lowers himself to the ground next to the girl, eying her thoughtfully. With a bit of work, she could easily be among the most beautiful of girls on the island.